(( I know this isnât very much but it was my first time writing them and all I could imagine was them bein all cute ; u ; so please enjoy visyolnaya-rusalka!! ))
Arthur walked down the street on his way to spend the Holidays with his family, he wasnât sure why considering none of them really even liked each other and none of them even had much on common, well, everyone except for him and his oldest brother Alistair, who had been staying in Scotland most times.
Him and his oldest brother always had a pretty unique bond, though really, he was actually his half-brother since their mothers were different, and because of that, they had an interesting relationship that most people would question. But they never paid attention nor said anything as long as no one else did.
At the thought of his brother, Arthur could feel himself getting slightly warmer on his cheeks as he walked in the cold snow outside to the house his family always insisted coming to each year.
As he walked up to the house, he peeked through the window, only seeing the tree standing and ornaments, garland and tensile hanging on it.
Arthur looked at the tree a little sadly before deciding to just head back to his own home, his family wouldnât even really notice him gone anyway.
As he walked down the street once more, he kept looking through the windows of each home, seeing families spending time together, laughing and enjoying each otherâs company. Admittedly, he was pretty jealous.
He started to go off in his own thoughts before there was a sudden finger running up his spine, he shuddered, âAh! What the bloody hell-??â Before he could finish his sentence he noticed Alistair laughing behind him.
Blushing heavily, he cleared his throat, âBleeding ChristâŚwhat are you doing hereâŚ? Shouldnât you be at the house?â He asked him, trying to get rid of the blush that was growing on his face.
Alistair chuckled a bit before calming once more, âAh, well I saw ye outside the house, then when you didnât come in, I decided to come bug ya meself.â
Arthur sighed then smirked and chuckled lightly, âGitâŚâ He said before they both started walking down the road again, âDo you intend to follow me to my house or are you going back?â
Alistair shrugged before bringing a cigarette out and lighting it, âEh, I donât feel like goin back, I only went to that damn house again since I thought you were goin. So Iâm just gonna go with youâ
Arthur once more tried to force down a blush before scrunching himself more into his scarf he wore. As a gust of wind went by, Arthur started shivering and trying to keep his hands warm.
Alistair looked to him then took one of his hands into his, looking away, not letting a blush of his own show up.
Arthur jumped slightly and blushed even more before clearing his throat and looking way as well.
There was a special connection they had, and every time they had the chance to see each other, it was very poignant each time.
Arthurs home wasnât too far since he walked basically the whole way, but it felt like it was taking even longer on the way back to his place, though, he certainly wasnât complaining.
As the snow fell above them, Arthur felt the heat form their hands, warming them both, it was nice, they didnât get too many moments like this. The snow started falling again very softly onto them and everywhere around them.
Alistair walked with him then suddenly stopped and let go of his hand before running off, Arthur watched at him a moment before calling to him, âAlistair! Where are you going?â He called before quickly following after him.
He had run down the road a bit more before stopping in front of something. Arthur caught up a moment later, panting and covering his mouth since the cold air is bad for your lungs.
As soon as he finally calmed his breathing a moment, he spoke once more, âOiâŚwhatâs wrong..?â He asked before hearing something from what he was looking at.
There, right in front of him, in a small box, in the cold and snow, was a single brown kitten, meowing as loudly as it could for someone to notice it.
Arthurs eyes widened slightly at the sight and Alistair bent down, carefully picking the poor thing up and putting it in his jacket to keep it warm.
Alistair looked to him before standing, still holding the little kitten close, âI couldnât let âemâŚâ
Arthur looked at him before peaking in at the little one, smiling as it meowed at him. He chuckled lightly and gently scratched its head, âHehâŚitâs fine, itâs cute..â He said smiling.
Alistair smiled at him, âHey, letâs get back to your place, get this little one warmed up, and have a drink to celebrate the season?â He asked smiling.
Arthur looked at him then smirked some before chuckling lightly, âHehâŚsounds good to me..â He said smiling before heading back with him.
The rest of the night was spent making a small bed for the little kitten they had found, random drinks being shared and a few mistletoe tricks that were tossed on him spur of the moment.
But hey, he sure wasnât complaining.
